I've been thinking a lot lately about this Blog thing. It's been fun these past few weeks, trying to come up with something creative, funny, sarcastic ;) every other day. A fabulous escape for my brain when the child is freaking out because I didn't mash the banana to the perfect consistency, and now there are chunks in his cereal. While on this wonderful escape, I started to think about the origins of Blogging. Back in the day when the computer was a gigantic machine in some big military office somewhere and the internet was just some crazy idea. I may not know my history very well, but I do remember the days when there wasn't a household computer. The days of putting a real pen to paper to write letters and document our day to day lives in a journal. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that the stack of journals stashed in my hope chest probably contained my best Blog entries yet. So every Friday, I am going to dig out an entry, bare my soul to the internet world and share my prehistoric blogs. Don't worry, all names will be changed* to protect those that were in the original writings... unless you are 'Mom & Dad', can't really change those. I also will not correct any of the original grammar or spelling.
Today is a special post, as I will not only be sharing a journal entry from 1992, but I also found a note from my husband from when we were engaged. It was too funny to not share:)
March 13, 1992
Dear Diary,
I know, I know! I haven't wrote in a month But you know the same old exuse "TO BUSY!" Well I have bad news and good news first the Bad news: Today Mr. Frellinkading* died of cancer! Wa Wa Woe. The Night before he died he was going through his worst, he had a semi coma and he was turning gray and then he died! And also my grandpa is in the hospital he has a infection in his lungs but my Grandma says not to worry and finaly the good news My Mom Had A Girl on Feb 21st It's a girl her name is Kelly Jan Micheline*!!
A tribute to 1990's fashionNow, the note from my wonderful hubby:
To My Skateboard Betty (Skyla)
How much do I love thee, let me count the ways. So many there are...
Your as beautiful as the Northern Star.
Have a good night's sleep and dream about me.
Love you so very much my princess and soon to be Queen.
Lots of kisses with the tongue, lots of hugs while touching your bum.
-Prince Jared
A tribute to 1990's fashion
2 comments:
Oh my gosh, I am peeeeeeing my hammer pants. Jared's true romance rivals the great Walt Whitman or even Edgar Allan Poe. "Touch your bum"...classic.
And I love your 1992 self. We would have definitely been friends back then...unless we turned gray and died. :P Fabulous fake names as well. I shall eagerly anticipate every Friday entry at Cool Beans!
I think I would have preferred the good news first...but I guess we don't always get to choose the way news comes...Amazing to see life back then...such a long time ago....yet only 16 years ago..spit in the bucket some would say. You are definitely taking a risk baring your soul haha...you might get lots of why that? and why not this? and why did you think that? and how come you didn't think more....? For example...how come at one of the most important times in MY life...(having a baby!!) you only wrote ONE sentence...like..oh ya.by the way...my mom had a baby...GEESH...there SHOULD HAVE been a whole page dedicated just to that! haha....However, you made up for it by posting Jared's love letters....I always did want to read them but could never find them when I snooped through your room (JUST KIDDING!!) and now that they are here ...can't say I'm too happy about the "tongue" comment...is NOTHING sacred anymore...
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